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I’m giving the capybara the week off because there’s really only one goal that I have for this week. Last week’s vacation was useful in that I did most of the restructuring, finished preparing The Slumber War, and plotted out the battles for War of the Tainted. Chaos did rule, so I feel like I could have done more. Can’t change the past and what I did get done left me exhausted.
Truthfully, I’m more exhausted than when I started my vacation. It’s for three reasons. One is the weather jumping from 30’s to 70’s has been wrecking havoc with my sinuses and energy. My body is trying to go into a hibernation with me being eternally drowsy and I think I’m packing on weight to live off of until the spring. Not good. I hate this part of the human body. Takes weeks to drop 10 pounds, but it comes back in half the time? I think the manufacturer was drunk when he made some of these design decisions.
Stress source number two is the hype preparation for Allure of the Gypsies. My third book is set to debut on December 1st and it’s going for a $2.99 price tag. I’m nervous about this big step. Also, it’s my first time setting up a blog tour and a real cover reveal. I’m still looking for volunteers on these. I’ve had a few bites on the cover reveal (thanks, everyone!) and I have 18 volunteers for the blog tour (thanks, guys and gals!). I hope it grows. There’s also the Twubs chat, which I’m still not sure how to work and so far nobody has really shown any interest. So, nerves are on edge about this debut. I think if this book is as successful as the first two then it will justify my path and the ‘deadline’ I have over my head will be negated.
Let’s move on to that goal:
- Begin writing Legends of Windemere: Curse of the Dark Wind.
I’m worried about this one for some reason. Keep in mind that I wrote Family of the Tri-Rune and The Compass Key this year. I even edited Tri-Rune twice and did a lot of work on the series. I could probably get 3-4 books written a year since everything is outlined. Still, I’m edgy and this one. Is it the lack of privacy and immense chaos of the house? Good chance of that. I’m dreading that I’m hitting some level of burnout, but it doesn’t feel like that. It feels more like my mind is preparing for intrusion. Remember that I have no space to write here. I work either on my bed where my back is destroyed or at the dining room table where I’m in the line of fire.
If that’s even it. Something has changed and I can’t put my finger on it. Almost like the stakes are higher when I write, so I have to be more focused. This is going to be a fun book and focuses on two great characters: Luke Callindor and Fizzle. There’s also a few big returns in this book, which I’m looking forward to writing. Still, part of me is looking at this and panicking. No real idea why.
